The YT-2400 freighter was mainly used for smuggling duty. The ship featured the trademark saucer-shaped hull of the YT series, and, like most Corellian designs, was fast, tough, and endlessly modifiable.

With thick armor plating and bulky engines, the YT-2400 could easily handle the strain of deep-space combat. The vessel had power to spare and an oversize hull begging for hot-rodded engines and powerful weapons; it's obvious that when the Corellian Engineering Corporation sold this ship as a "stock cargo hauler", it was with a wink and a grin.

The YT-2400 featured a rounded hull with a pair of starboard bracing arms that connected to the cockpit compartment, which was essentially a long tube. The aft section of the cockpit tube contained the primary escape pod, which seated six. The bracing arm's interior space generally was used for crew quarters and living space.

The rounded hull area was devoted to cargo holds and ship's systems. In practice, much of the interior hull space was taken up by modified engines, power generators, weapons systems, and all the other illegal goodies any self-respecting smuggling ship needed. A second escape pod, as well as the airlock, was located on the far side of the cargo compartment, directly opposite the bracing arms.

Rimmer slipped back into his seat and began the powerup sequence. "First thing," he said, "When we get to wherever the frak we're going, I am fixing the upholstery on this crate. I'm thinking real Corellian Leather. And cupholders, lots of cupholders."

Sandra dropped into the copilot's seat. Clearly, she'd never travelled much beyond her home planet. Rimmer was glad to give her the opportunity to travel a bit. A pretty face and a lot of questions could throw off potential enemies, and combined with his amazing skills at weaseling out of trouble... well, the Galaxy had better tremble. "Dimmer switches?" she suggested.

The ship slid out of hyperspace and into the Denon system. "Wow," said Sandra, and Rimmer nodded. It was an impressive sight, mines and defence platforms filling the space around the world.

"Maybe we should have gone somewhere more peaceful," said Rimmer, but she shrugged. "Yeah," he continued, "Too late to leave now, we'd be shot to pieces. Uh." He flicked on the comm unit. "Uh, this is YT-2400 Red Dwarf, requesting permission to land."_________________~Arnold J Rimmer~
Estranged brother of Alexus Sienar
YT-2400 Red Dwarf

The Security officer noticed this vessel was last registered at Ziost, thanks to a naval report submitted by Gavin Onasi and his crew. Unsure of the medical dangers present, they would have to be quarantined until further notice.

"YT-2400 Red Dwarf, your permission to land is pending. Please stand by for further instructions." The security officer stated drone like. In unison a set of coordinates were sent and the location the vessel would be waiting.

"Uh, okay." Rimmer flicked off the communicator. "What's the worse thing that could happen?"

Sandra shrugged. "They kill us?"

"Second worse?"

"They quarantine us?"

Rimmer sighed and slumped backward. "You know, the frakkers probably will. When can I just go somewhere nice, have a drink, and not be detained, shot at, or yelled at by nasty men with weird eyes who can read my mind? When?"_________________~Arnold J Rimmer~
Estranged brother of Alexus Sienar
YT-2400 Red Dwarf

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"YT-2400 Red Dwarf you have docking clearance to the Denon Golan III Battlestation, Port Four. Coordinates have been dispatched to your main computer, follow them exactly." A pair of Mon Calamari war vessels carefully plotted a safe escort distance. "If you have any weapons of mass destruction, now would be the time to reveal them." The Security officer knew Rimmer from something, but couldn't place it. The odds were, this man was just out for a small night of fun, not blowing up the capital.

That aside, a medical droid team would be sent to sweep the vessel and crew and if everything passed, he'd have 'free roam' on Denon.

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The security officer nodded and said, "We are sending a droid medical team to scan your vessel. If everything checks out, you'll be on the surface in no time." He paused at the irony of the phrase and responded quickly towards the witty guest, "It'll be about a half an hour, sir. Would you like any drinks brought aboard with the droids?" The security officer watched the viewscreen and several tactical screens waiting for them to pilot towards the Denon Golan III Battlestation.

"Uh, yeah. I'll have a Tanaab Twist, and a... cosmo? You sure? Ok. Ice? Right. And a Cosmopolitan, no ice. Red Dwarf out." Rimmer flicked off the link and, reaching for the controls, guided the ship toward the correct platform.

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Upon docking sequence, special droid medical evaluation teams enters the ship and scans the vessel. Blood tests are done and taken of the crew, along with many other examinations that would determine if planetary travel was safe.

All blood samples are sent to a lab, where they are accelerated and tested for dormant viruses.

Yadda Yadda, if its unsafe we would know.

CMAC, if there is a virus or w/e risk, please send it to my PM box as soon as possible. Otherwise, this vessel will be cleared and allowed to travel planetside._________________Alatáriël Pallanén-DavadLeader of the Zerconian Hive

"We're sorry, sir. It appears some of the information was lost in the initial scan. We're going to have to redo the scanning sequence. It'll be an additional four hours, until we get the lab results back." the security officer remarked after looking at the Public Communications Array. It was never a good day to piss the Chief off, especially one that turned around Rebellion security. "In the meantime, your drink service will accept any other reasonable orders at any time." With a peppy voice, he clicked off the communicator and put his boots on the table.

Four hours, a slice of cheesecake and five episodes of 'Physicians' later, the ship was finally cleared for landing. After checking the Galactic Comm one more time and delivering one last parting shot, Rimmer powered up the freighter.

Rimmer and Sandra returned to the ship a day later, the only souvenirs of their time on the planet a bruise on Rimmer's right arm, a stuffed Ewok toy and a shirt that read 'I WENT TO DENON AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT', which had cost roughly 50 times the price of manufacture. It was already starting to fall apart.

They dropped into the two seats in the cockpit, exhausted. "Well," said Sandra, "Denon kinda sucks." She began the ship's power-up sequence as Rimmer nodded.

"I've been to parties in tombs that are more lively than this dump." He grabbed the Ewok and shirt and stashed them in an overhead compartment. "Let's go somewhere more fun." His former secretary nodded, and opened a channel to Denon security.